Nov 21, 2004 20:10
Last night, I got a handfull of the nicest bum on this good green Earth.
Needless to say, the GS concerts were amazing.
Orgasmic.
(We have also to come to the conclusion that certain members of the band get off when they play.)
First: Philos, T.C., Erik, Angie: I love you guys sooo much. Thanks for one of the best weekends I've ever had.
So yeah.
Stevie crowd surfed, and he actually landed his bum right on my hands. I'm not complaining, believe me. Philos is, though. When he fell, her hand went right up his...self. Yeah. (New Manhandler rule: All Manhandlers must have a degree in proctology.) Philos is the Greatest of all Manhandlers. (I luff the shirt, by the way! And my didj pin, too, Katis!)
The first show was a bit subdued (for GS) because the crowd had a hight child content. Still rocked. (I mean, was there any doubt in your mind?)The drive up alone was enough to make a normal person buckle. (MY COW!) Philos is a Goddess for getting me up there. And damn was it fun. The Irish dancers there were great...and...::gasp:: I talked to the band! All of them! I even personally presented Ryan with his "Official Man of the Manhandler's Club" t-shirt. ::squee:: He laughed when he saw it...I was so happy/proud. And then I got to talk to Stevie. This is such an accomplishment. He complimented Philos and I on our t-shirts...and I made eye contact...he was so great. I love that man.
Enough for now...much to write...shall return later with more entries.
(Still have homework...can't seem to concentrate for some reason.)
MY COW!
And remember, Philos...Stevie's pants have never exploded. That we know of.